Dungeon Master 8

by Eric Vall

  I stared at the large objects under the covers and felt a god’s power beating from them. I wasn’t sure what the four god’s had brought for me, but whatever they were, they were extremely powerful.

  “Ahem,” Bellum cleared her throat as she looked pointedly at the gray-haired woman. “Excuse me? You crafted and brought them?”

  “We crafted and brought them,” Ruituri corrected herself in a sour tone. “Drum roll please!”

  A few of the Tamarisch soldiers glanced around at each other confused, but Adam barked out a laugh and bent down in front of his twin. Amos grinned as he lifted his gloved hands into the air, bowed a few times and then began drumming on his brother’s armored back. A few other soldiers joined in with loud laughter, and Ruituri clapped excitedly along.

  “Alrighty boys, show ‘em what we brought!” the goddess commanded to her legion of the dead.

  The stiff, soulless bodies jerked forward and grabbed onto the tarps with gooey, rotted fingers. Each of the tarps slid off unceremoniously and fell to the ground to Ruituri’s obvious displeasure. The goddess began yelling at her decayed minions about there not being enough ‘drama to the reveal’ and started throwing them around as if they were ragdolls, but I was too distracted by what they’d given me to care.

  Underneath the brown, burlap tarps were four cannons, over fifteen feet tall and placed within wooden structures with wheels that allowed them to be maneuvered around the battlefield. The cannons were enormous, large enough that five men would have to work together to move them, load them and fire. These were cannons I’d seen before in my time in the heavens, cannons that waged wars against the mortals when they displeased the gods. I hurriedly moved toward them and pressed my hand against the cold metal of the barrels. I felt the pulse of power within them like a heartbeat and raised my head to the four god’s waiting for my response.

  “Are these what I think they are?” I asked as I came around one of the cannons and ran my hand over all of its surface.

  “Exact copies of the Holy Tormentum!” Ruituri grinned then the smile fell away as she tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe we should call them the Unholy Tormentum from now on! Such a good idea! Domor, tell me it’s a good idea. I need to hear in your words exactly!”

  Domor glanced at the easily excitable goddess and sighed loudly. The poor god was tormented with Ruituri’s antics almost constantly, but finally, Domor gave her the smallest of smiles and patted Ruituri’s head.

  “You did a good job,” Domor stated in a bored voice as he let his hand drop to his side. “It is a good name.”

  “What are they, Master?” Annalise asked as she and her sisters stepped away from the crowd and came closer.

  “As Ruituri said, they were originally called the Holy Tormentum,” I told them as I waved them closer.

  “They just look like normal cannons to me,” Carmedy uttered as she tilted her head and scratched at one of her black ears.

  “They’re not,” Heijing said with a shake of her head as she came around the rest of my women. “They have the power of the god’s within them and destroy everything they touch.”

  I could tell the Qianlong was wary of these machines, and I had a good idea why. When I looked deeply into her icy blue eyes, I saw the pain in them, and I knew my hunch was correct.

  “These cannons, not these exact ones, killed my parents and destroyed the Qianlong city long ago when the gods attacked,” Heijing stated as she ran a single finger over the cold metal then let her tiny hand drop back to her side.

  “Oh no, Heijing,” Carmedy frowned as she hurried over and wrapped her arms around the Qianlong. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s quite alright,” Heijing whispered with a small smile as she patted the feline’s back. “It gives me joy to know we will use them against the Holy Order and then the gods.”

  “It is still a travesty that you lost your parents, and we all feel your pain along with you,” Morrigan stated in her monotone voice.

  “What kind of damage can they do?” Rana questioned as she peered over my shoulder.

  “They are more powerful than any other weapon on earth,” I told them as I leaned forward and looked down the barrel of one of the cannons. “They are god made like the Eye of Alipsis, so they hold part of the power of the gods that created them.”

  “They hold all of our powers,” Malsumis uttered as he gestured to the other three gods. “And if you lay your hands upon them, Master, then they will possess yours too, making them more powerful than ever before. If you chose to do so, we will be able to crumble these walls as if they were built from paper.”

  I glanced at him then down at my hands. In one swift movement, I laid the palms of my hands flat against the cannon in front of me and felt my power connect with the others' within. The unholy weapons didn’t take away any of my abilities but simply borrowed it from me for a moment, and when I pulled away, I felt no different. The cannon was encapsulated by a pulsing black smoke for a second then it sunk deep into the dark metal.

  I straightened and looked out over all of my armies as they waited with bated breath. I placed my hands behind my back as I addressed the four gods standing before me.

  “Tomorrow, Morrigan and I will break the enchantments surrounding the outer wall, and as soon as we finish, you will fire the cannons,” I told them and as I spoke, Ruituri became more and more visibly excited. “Then we will storm inside and kill every mage in sight. After that, the second wall must come down.”

  “And during that, we’ll rip out their innards and eat them for dinner!” Ruituri cackled as she danced around and Domor’s pale face went even whiter.

  “You have full permission to do whatever you like with the bodies, Ruituri,” I smiled to her, and the goddess nodded fervently as she held her fists to her chest. “Now, the rest of you, go get some rest. You will need it for the coming day; we attack the wall at dawn.”

  My gathered armies nodded in agreement then went about setting up tents and small fires on the common outside of the fortress. I patrolled the outside for a while, but there was no sign that the mages planned another attack for the night. I passed by a roaring fire just as it exploded up into the night sky, and Amos squealed and hurriedly moved out of the way of the flames. I chuckled lightly and shook my head as the twin covered his head and made sure not a hair was missing. Amos sighed loudly and flopped down beside his brother as they began spreading out the fixings for their dinner. The twins nodded to me as I passed and waved me over, but I raised a hand and shook my head.

  I moved through the maze of tents toward the sound of my minions’ voices as they spoke animatedly to each other. I found them outside of the massive tent we’d used many times before, and Rana was the first to call out to me.

  “Master! Dinner should be ready soon!” the redhead grinned as she patted the ground beside her, and I lowered myself to the ground.

  The air was heavy with the smell of smoke and blood. The sky was painted red from fires still burning inside of the city, and when I looked out over it, I could see the smoldering remnants of some of the buildings. A lot of the structures had crumbled and fallen from the damage done to them, and it pleased me greatly. Galencia had to be gutted and destroyed before I had the chance to build it back up into my vision of what it should be.

  Heijing was busy cooking dinner, and her eyes barely moved from the pot over the smoldering embers as she stirred the contents. All of my women sat together and talked in quiet tones, they were calm but deep in their hearts they knew what we would have to do tomorrow. We took this time to relax and recuperate before we took on the mages for the second time.

  Soon, we would enter into the fortress and destroy the remains of the Holy Order. I hoped we would find more information on the involvement of the heavens in the mages’ actions and why my father was so interested in the Order. I already knew that my father wanted all mortals dead and would do anything to make it happen, but I didn’t know how soon he planned to put this into action.<
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  I had more than the battle on my mind as Heijing began portioning out our food and handing it to each of us one by one. I gazed over the fire into Annalise’s eyes and felt it within her body. She was fertile, and soon her other sisters would be too. The high queen’s heated eyes returned my gaze with fervor and she ran her tongue over her lips sensually. Annalise knew from just a look what I wanted, but I hadn’t yet told her that tonight I would pour my seed within her and create a holy child just as I did with Rana.

  I wouldn’t tell them all at the same time, I wanted to share these private moments with each one of them. I wanted to whisper the sweet question into their ears as they reached the peak of orgasm and have them answer me with breathy words heavy with pleasure.

  I moved my eyes over Annalise and took in her beautiful, shapely form. The high queen sat with her long, muscular legs stretched out in front of her, and as she leaned over to grab the plate Heijing offered her, I caught a view of her pert, round ass perfectly outlined by her tight pants. Annalise’s hips were wide, but her waist swooped in an hourglass up to her round, large breasts that spilled from the crème colored tunic. Her dark hair was pleated over her shoulder, and I imagined untying its bindings and running my fingers through her luscious locks as I thrust into her. Her chocolate brown eyes met mine once more over the fire, and she could already tell I was aroused just by looking over her.

  My minions didn’t speak much as they ate their dinner, and I could tell that they were exhausted from the battle earlier in the day. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Carmedy nodding off with her fork still in hand, which rarely happened since the feline loved eating so much. I barely touched my food as I gazed over at Annalise, and she did the same. As night fell over us, my minions slowly cleaned up their plates and began to filter into the tent for a good night’s sleep.

  “Night night, Master!” Carmedy purred as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed soft kisses to my cheeks.

  “Night! Love you!” Rana called as she yawned and waved with her free hand.

  “Goodnight Master,” Morrigan whispered as she brushed past me and ran a delicate pale hand down my back.

  “Night.” Haruhi smiled as she pressed a kiss to the top of my head and slipped past the flap of the tent.

  Heijing slowly stood and brushed off the front of her robe. The Qianlong tucked her small hands into the sleeves and bowed low to the both of us. Once she reached the tent, Heijing paused then turned halfway around to look directly into my eyes. Her gaze bore into me, and a small, sly smile crossed the dragon’s lips as she spoke.

  “May all your endeavors be fruitful, Master,” the Qianlong simpered as her eyes left mine and found Annalise’s. “Be sure to eat your dinner once you’ve finished; you will need your strength.”

  Annalise gulped loudly and flushed red as she turned her face away, but I smiled and nodded. Heijing bowed her head as her eyes softly closed then the Qianlong disappeared into the tent with a soft whish of the tent’s flap. I chuckled deeply and covered my mouth with my fingertips as I shook my head. Annalise slapped her cheeks lightly as she tried to force herself to calm down, but it didn’t seem to be working as she tittered softly.

  “What does that mean?” the high queen asked as she giggled, and I leaned back, knit my fingers together and placed them behind my head.

  “It seems that Heijing has caught on to my plan,” I smirked as my eyes drifted toward the tent where the Qianlong had exited.

  “What plan?” Annalise questioned as she crawled toward me sensually on her hands and knees.

  “There’s something I have to tell you, my sweet,” I whispered into her ear as I hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to mine.

  “What is it that my High King wants?” Annalise asked as she stroked my cheek tenderly. “Tell me, and I will give it to you.”

  I slowly caressed the fleshly tops of her breasts with my fingertips then slipped my hand fully into her top. I ran my fingers over her breast as I took it into my hand and squeezed it. Annalise’s mouth fell open, and she softly moaned into my neck as she fell forward into my arms.

  The tents of my soldiers surrounded us, but that was part of the fun of it. I could make love to her quietly or wildly and loudly for all to hear. I would leave it up to my swordswoman as I intertwined her fingers with mine.

  “My love, I must tell you there is only one way for you to enter into the heavens with me and your sisters,” I whispered into her ear, and Annalise nodded along with my words as soft moans escaped her lips. I had wanted to wait until I was deep inside of her, but I just couldn’t resist giving her the news now.

  “H-how?” the high queen inquired as her breathing hitched.

  “I must impregnate each of you with my godly seed,” I murmured as I pressed hot kisses to her bare shoulders. “Will you allow me this? Will you allow me to place a child within your fertile womb?”

  Annalise pulled away from me and stared into my face with wide eyes as she held me at arm’s length. The high queen searched my face for deceit but found none as I smiled gently down at her.

  “D-do you mean it?” Annalise asked as her voice hiccupped and tears welled in her eyes. “Do you really mean it, Master?”

  “Yes,” I grinned as I let my hand wander over her shoulder to her braid. “Will you allow me to do this? Will you be the second minion to receive my seed?”

  “What?” Annalise asked as her mouth fell open in shock, which quickly turned to excitement. “Who? Who was the first?”

  “Rana was the first, and you are next, my love, if you accept my offer,” I uttered as I slid the fastening off her braid and ran my fingers through her dark brown hair.

  “Rana must have been so happy,” Annalise smiled as tears streamed from her eyes. “I’m so excited for her; she deserves this.”

  “What is your answer?” I inquired as I cupped her cheek in my hand and looked deeply into her eyes.

  “Yes, a thousand times yes!” the high queen cried as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  I didn’t speak as I let my hands wander down her curvaceous body, and I felt my member harden even more as her lips found mine. Our tongues met and intertwined together as my hands went to the fastenings of her pants. I made quick work of unbuttoning them and only pulled away when I stripped them from her legs and threw them away into the darkness. My mouth found hers again as my hand slipped underneath the fabric of her shirt and cupped her breast in my palm.

  Annalise’s hardened nipple pressed into my hand as she made soft noises against my lips. My hand glided down between her legs and found her wet womanhood. I pressed two fingers into her, and her warmth welcomed me as she threw her head back. Soft moans escaped out of her lips but not loud enough for others to notice what was happening just outside our tent.

  Hastily, I grabbed the hem of Annalise’s shirt and pulled it from her body in one swift movement. The high queen stared up at me from her position on the ground, and the crackling fire illuminated her body beautifully. I caressed her bare flesh with my fingertips, and Annalise slowly leaned up and unfastened my pants for me, her eyes never leaving mine. The high queen pulled my erect member out and gazed at its length and girth with wide eyes as if it were her very first time. I took my penis into my hand as I used the other hand to lower Annalise to the ground.

  The swordswoman wriggled underneath me and lifted her hips to meet me. The head of my member brushed against her moist lips, and a tremor passed through me as I pressed into her.

  I pushed all the way inside of Annalise, and the swordswoman’s legs wrapped around my waist tightly. I thrust into her slowly at first but quickened my pace as the high queen’s hips bucked against my wildly in her pursuit of orgasm.

  Annalise orgasmed for the first time quietly as she opened her mouth and let a soft moan escape her lips, but I moved my hips harder against her. The only sounds around us were the crackling of our fire and the moist slaps of our bodies colliding together in the throes o
f passion. I ran my fingers through her hair as I pounded into her, and I felt her constricting walls tighten around me as I sent her straight from one orgasm into the next.

  The high queen let out little airy gasps each time I thrust into her, and suddenly, I pulled out of her, grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She cried out loudly this time and hastily covered her mouth as she giggled. I drove my penis back inside of her, and Annalise moaned into her hand as she fought to keep herself quiet.

  I slammed into her harder as I clutched onto her hips and her large breasts bounced with each of my movements. I watched them deliriously as I licked my lips and enjoyed the feeling of her warmth wrapped around my massive member. Annalise felt like exquisite oil each time I dipped into her, and I had to fight off my orgasm each second.

  Annalise looked over her shoulder as the third orgasm took hold, and her chocolate brown eyes rolled back in her head as she was swallowed wholly by the pleasure I’d given her. Each time the high queen came, it aroused me even more, and when I looked into her eyes after the tenth orgasm and saw the exhaustion, I was nearly bursting. I pulled away from her and lay her gently on her back. I reentered her slowly, and Annalise cried out softly as her nails dug into my flesh.

  I dove into her softly and felt my own orgasm rise deep in my belly like a burning volcano. The faster I moved, the more Annalise reacted and moved her hips along with my movement. Then it was time, so I leaned away from her, threw back my head, and roared up to the sky as my seed exploded into her. I bucked my hips as it kept coming, an unnatural amount for a human man but enough for a fertile god. I pumped into her as I felt it pour out of me all the way to her womb. When I’d finished filling her accepting body to the brim a few minutes later, I pulled away from her, and a bit of the overflow of my semen spilled out of her womanhood.

  Annalise tightly closed her legs and held as much of my seed inside of her athletic body as she could. The high queen smiled up at me, and I laid down beside her and wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders. The swordswoman snuggled into my side and looked up into my eyes as I sensed the new life forming inside of her womb. It was instantaneous, just like with Rana, at first there was nothing and then a spark of godly power that would grow like a weed.